Sorry for the double post, but HE JUST CALLED! Dennis.just.called.

Dennis and Me - 1993 - My Senior Prom

Two weeks, and I have been aching to hear his voice… oh, I’m so SO so happy right now I have tears rolling down my face. I almost didn’t answer the call, it was a strange number - but everytime I get a strange number in the last two weeks, I think “It could be him…” and it never is. Boy, am I glad I answered this call. I would have been so mad at myself if I had heard his voice on my voicemail!

When I answered he says, in his calm, casual way “Hey, what are you doin?” and I slapped my hand over my face (like I haven’t talked to him in ten years) and felt like someone knocked the wind out of me and in a barely audible voice said “Who is this?”

Me and Dennis - July, 2006 - @ a Friend’s Birthday Luau

He knows me so well. I miss that so much about him. He laughed at me and said “C’mon Heather, who do you THINK it is?” and that’s the point where I started blabbering like a fool about how much I’ve missed him and how GOOD it was to hear his voice. He continued to laugh at me a little, but he threw in just enough (”I miss you, too” and “What, did you think I wouldn’t call?”) little things like that, things that make him HIM to make me smile more than I have in the last two weeks. And cry just as much, too.

Dennis & Me - November 2008, a month ago - LSU/BAMA Game

He gets to have visitors next weekend, and could be home by Christmas. Oh, how I can’t wait to SEE him!!

There isn’t a man in this town that stands a chance with me after that phone call. Poor men. They have no clue my heart is taken.

My cup runneth over.

All I Want For Christmas

The interview lasted forever. And the job isn’t nearly as exciting as he made it sound. What a bummer! First of all, I’m absolutely overqualified for the job. Secondly, they don’t want to pay to make it worth my while.  I can’t drive that far 5 days a week to do a job I could do in my sleep for pennies on the dollar. I would do better waitressing, which is probably what I’ll be looking into next. It’s a temporary cash cow, you can’t go wrong with waitressing.

Aside from that, this is just one of those days I am ready to be done with. I am hating so many aspects of my life today that I am, literally, hiding away from the world.  I just want to be left alone…

I got a phone call today, and guess what? It wasn’t the one I’ve been waiting for…

Someone found my resume on monster.com and actually called me. I was shocked!! I talked to the guy on the phone for a little bit, and he wants me to come in for an interview in the morning at 9am. The position is for Graphic Design Artist in the Advertising Dept. of a statewide publication that goes out 4 times a year. Sounds pretty cool.

Right now, any job sounds pretty cool. At least this would be something I am actually interested in though. Let’s just hope the hours are good and the pay is decent! Then I’ll have something to work with.

The phone call from Dennis that I’ve been waiting over a week for has not happened yet…  So I called his sister to see if she or her mom had heard from him. They said it’s 2 weeks before he can make phone calls, not one week like I had stuck in my head. So, another week of driving myself crazy worrying over him. I really hope this weekend he gets to call. I feel like a part of me is missing - I can’t hardly stand not hearing his voice.

His friend even called a few days ago to see if I wanted to hang out - I mean, he’s my friend too, but they grew up together and they work together. I think he’s missing him as well. He’s a very missable person, that Dennis. Even when he’s home and I can talk to him everyday, I miss him if I don’t see him often.

Aaahh….

In other news, N got sick today. We were cleaning up his room, and he kept telling me that it was too hot. He ended up taking off his pants (it’s okay to laugh, it really was hot, and he did have on long pants). So, he was helping pick up in his room in his school shirt and boxer shorts, and he stopped mid-sentance and hauled cookies to the bathroom.

I paused for a minute before saying a word, because I wasn’t sure if he was really sick or if this was a dramatic escape attempt. He was sick. He puked his little brains out. I felt so bad for him. So once he was done, and all cleaned up, I got him to lay down in the bed and I laid next to him and asked him what he thought made him sick, and if he felt bad or if it was just right before he threw up that he felt bad.

He says, in no uncertain terms: “I’ll tell ya what happened, I had a heat stroke!”

I, with everything inside of me, fought my desire to laugh and said “A heat stroke, huh?”

He says “Yes, a heat stroke. I already had to take my pants off because I knew I was about to have a stroke mom, I told you it was just too hot to be cleaning.”

My, oh my.

He is his mothers child.